When visions and sick precisions awaiting at night I guess you'll be confessing soon that you're evading me right hating me, right, waiting me, right just caught with the fire, call me a liar on this funeral part about desire.

Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end going for the dim martyrs, they were saying amen spraying and swinging with automatics, got the mics erratic it look so static, it's all dark as an attic, he knew without you.

If only time could go slower, If only space could bring us closer, If we could be more than just lovers If you believe our love goes strong this game is over this game is over.

Never had to doubt you but these wounds were inflicted perusing them soon but recollections still restricted my mind talks and talks, smoke, fire and brimstone telling me we had our fun but it's over in dim tones.

And all our sins showing in the heat of the moment so potent till the goading get going and now it's growing and you rolling and throttling, falling like roses, swollen and growing in the blast the throne with dishonor to close up my past.